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i live vicariously through the rave child.

i am not a corporation, although i used to believe that i was.

i am a real person, and i exist.

but someday i will just be a fragment of your imagination

can i just tell you something? may i be allowed to speak my mind?

i am voting for justice, pieces of mind

this is what prevails (to me anyway, anyhow)

class inattention, sleeping with eyes open

learning all the things that make you so wise

on the street, crossing just in time

(street smarts or something something)

levels of abstraction and foreign forests

dark bars, laced drinks

that i can mix myself

because i live vicariously

through the drug child on the street.
 


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